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The heart of my love belongs to another a man with no shape taste or color the heart of my love confuses my being my hope and senses as well as my dreaming For her eyes and words are not mine to own her heart, her breath my heart, my stone a song lingers on rosy lips those lips set sail the water i kiss the heart of my love holds many favour for me to impress my heart in danger the heart of my love belongs to another that man is me my stone, and kiss her lips, and water.